In a direct mirror-image to the cloud through which they had passed, the sea was circling sunwise, howling rather than roaring, with a dark vortex in the centre. As they watched, the current caught a colossal tree, blown down in some storm on an unimaginably distant shore. The outside of the Corryvreckan seized the tree and moved it around, slowly at first and then faster and faster, sucking the tree into the centre of the whirlpool.
'Oh, Llyr save us!' Tuath made the sign of the sun. 'Or Bel, or any of the great host of gods who preside over us.'
They watched as the tree upended, so it stood vertical for a long moment, defying all logic, then vanished into the dark maw of the Corryvreckan.
'We can't go through that,' Tuath said. 'I am no seaman, remember?'
'We have no choice,' Melcork
